crow: doing a silly little walk through the grass

me, in tears: fucking superb you funky little death omen

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John Green, 

The Fault in Our Stars (via coral)

How to Tie a Shoe

Daddy and I have been making plans. We spend a lot of time dreaming about what our life together will look like when He moves here. The other day, Daddy was talking about how our morning routine would be when He said something that struck me as odd.

“When I’m there, I’ll make you breakfast. I’ll pick your clothes and brush your hair and clip it back. I’ll tie your shoes and send you off to work.”

I’ll admit, I may have chuckled a little bit. “You’ll tie my shoes?”

“Yes, baby bun, I will.”

I was silent for a long time. Long enough that Daddy asked self-consciously, “Is that okay?”

I wasn’t sure. Suddenly, everything Daddy had mentioned about taking care of me felt selfish. The idea of Him kneeling in front of me to do anything, even something so simple as to tie my shoes, made me nervous. I felt like a bad submissive, a thought that bugs me every so often when I encounter anything about this lifestyle that makes me feel unsure or confused.

“Daddy, shouldn’t I be tying your shoes?”

After all, He’s my Dominant. I’m a new submissive, but I’m not so new that I don’t know how this works: Subs kneel for Doms. Subs serve Doms. This felt entirely like the opposite.

Daddy said something along the lines of “Do you view my tying your shoes as a submissive act?” around the time that I fell asleep, leaving him to ponder that gem all day. I’m really good at asking existential questions right before I pass out lately.

The next morning, Daddy had a question for me.

“In your opinion, which is a more submissive act: kneeling to tie my shoes, or giving up the ability to tie your own?”

This perplexed me. In my heart, I felt one way, but I’d always seen and assumed the opposite was true. “Giving up the ability to tie my own,” I said, more confidently than I felt. I went with my gut, temporarily ignoring my anxious brain.

“Exactly,” Daddy said, “Giving up control is what I want from you. I want to lead you, and I want you to follow. Being Daddy doesn’t mean high protocol for me, and I don’t think it’s what you want either. There will be times where you will kneel for me, but taking care of you is my priority. Making you feel little makes me feel big, and I love that.”

“You mean you like doing things for me?”

“I love it, Bunny.”

So it turned out that my mental image about what D/s “should” look like didn’t match what works for Daddy and me. I had preconceived notions that ALL submissives knelt and served and and had all these high protocol expectations and that’s just not us. D/s is not one size fits all. We are new to this, and we need to find what feels right for our dynamic. That comes from reading, from reaching out to others, from talking to each other about what feels good and what doesn’t. It comes from pushing past the walls of preconceived notions we’ve built up and it comes from learning. And for us, it starts with learning how to tie a shoe:

Let go. Let Daddy take care of you.

When they put your collar on for you and then kiss your neck after checking if it’s not on too tight.

If she has pretty eyes She’ll destroy your life

wheres the love of my life wtf!!! i got things i want to do with them tf

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New little space clothing/accessories 🎀

if that sewer clown makes himself an image of your worst fear before he eats you, i could kick his ass. what’s he gonna do turn into the physical manifestation of being abandoned by your closest friends? gonna turn into an ooky spooky visual representation of catastrophic failure and loss? jokes on you dumbass the only thing im afraid of is myself

Time to kick my own ass. Bitch had it coming for too long

What I Need

I need playtime daddy,

I need you to run your hands across my body while I can’t do anything about it.

I need you to press your lips against mine and trace your tongue down my body.

I need to feel you inside my tight pussy.

I need to hear you moan my name under your breath as you thrust in and out of me roughly.

I need to be your toy.

I need to be blindfolded and smacked.

I need to be tied up and used.

I need you daddy. Don’t you understand?

I need you to shove your cock down my throat making me choke.

I need you to wrap your hand around my throat and bring me to my feet.

I need you to bend me over and push me on the bed with my hands behind my back.

I need to be loved afterwards.

I need you to hold me and cuddle me and tell me I’m your babygirl.

I need you to tell me you love me and need me and you’re not going anywhere.

Make me feel good then make me feel better daddy.

I love you.

I have been waiting for this little guy to come back on my dash. He dances in sync with any music you play!

This is so incredible